The Life of John Smith Chapter 13

Chapter 13 A New Year Begins

On Saturday January 4th I arrived at the Logan’s just before nine in the morning. Andrea’s 12-year-old sister greeted me at the door with a hug. She was now a little taller than Andrea, but her body had yet to fill out like her sister’s. My dick did not recognize the difference, but I was able to keep her from knowing his excitement. I realized that part of her sex appeal was, she was only in an oversize loose night shirt. She said that she and her mother had just now come from their beds. She led me to the kitchen where Mrs. Logan was making coffee. She greeted her younger daughter with, “You get upstairs, young lady, and get dressed.” She greeted me with, “It is nice to see you John. Please pardon the way I am dressed. I should have realized you’d be by. Mr. Logan had business and won’t be back for several hours. How was your Christmas?” As far as I could see she was dressed in a fine house coat that covered her well. She did not give me a chance to answer her question before she said, “Andrea missed you terribly.” I replied I had missed Andrea as well. She filled three coffee cups, placing two on a tray. “We arrived late last night and she’s still asleep. Take these up to Andrea’s room and wake her. Second door on the right.” I asked her if she was sure it was okay that I go into Andrea’s room with her asleep. She said, “She told me how intimate you two have been. I approve.” She winked at me and continued, “Just don’t make a lot of noise. Tell her I said, her dad will be home at eleven for brunch.”

I quietly entered Andrea’s room, finding it well lit by the morning sun shining through the east facing window. She was sound asleep in the middle of a double bed. There was a bolt lock on her door which I locked in place. She was uncovered to the waist with one breast partially exposed because the men’s dress shirt she was wearing was not buttoned. I sat the coffee on the night stand. I thought, if it was not for the fact that her mother had in effect told me I had less than two hours to do what I wanted, I could just sit here and watch my love sleep. Instead, I lifted the shirt away from the partially exposed breast. Her dark pink nipple seemed quite large, being all flattened out and relaxed on her small body. I could not resist giving it a tiny squeeze. It reacted immediately by puckering into an erect tit. I looked to her face. There was a slight upturn of her lips, but no sign that I had interrupted her peaceful sleep. Nearly laying on the bed, I brought my mouth to her tit, kissing and gently sucking it. In addition, I slid a hand under the other side of her shirt to gently give her another warm breast a squeeze.

She softly moaned but gave no other sign of waking. I moved my mouth to her other tit and my hand to her curly blond triangle above her pussy. She continued to softly moan, but there was no sign she was awakening. I dipped a finger up into the cleft of her pussy, finding it moist with excitement. I moved my moistened finger up and around her clit. She moaned a little louder. Not wanting her to cry out, I brought my lips to hers and whispered, “Be still my love.” I kissed her and her mouth opened. Our tongues met and danced like old acquaintances. She wrapped me in her arms. I dipped my finger into her once again to moisten it. When it returned to her clit she moaned into my mouth. I put more pressure on her clit.

She awoke with a start. I pulled back and her large deep blue eyes focused on me. Her face put on that big smile of hers and she said, “Oh John. I… I thought I was dreaming.” Then the smile faded, and she said, “You’re in my room.”

“Your mother told me to wake you,” I said as I swept a lock of her blond hair away from her face.

“Mom told you to wake me? She…” She seemed puzzled.

“She said for me to bring coffee and wake you.”

She squealed, reached for the coffee, and said, “Coffee in bed, I love you.”

“I love you too, sweets. And your mom said for me to tell you to keep the noise down.”

We sipped coffee. She giggled and then whispered, “Is dad here?”

“No, he will not be back until brunch at eleven.”

Looking at the bedside clock which said 9:09. She said, “That’s enough time.” She hugged me as tight as her arms could, saying, “John, I love you so much.” Looking to the door, she asked, “Did you lock the door?”

“Yes. I was surprised to see a bolt lock on your door. People usually don’t have those on their bedroom door.”

“I’ll tell you about that sometime.” Without a moment’s hesitation she said, “Let’s do a sideways 69 right here on my bed. You’ll have to take off your clothes.” She sat up and removed her shirt and flipped down the blanket. She now sat naked on her bed.

I began quickly undressing and asked, “What’s a sideways 69?”

“You both lay on your side like this with your bottom leg pulled up and your top leg straight. The thigh of your bottom leg is like a pillow for your partner’s head.”

I could see what she meant for me to do, so I moved into position with my dick at her face and my face at her pussy. I had done 69’s with my mother but the way she did it gave the person on top the control. This sideways thing made it so neither of us had control and either of us could stop it by rolling to our back. In addition, the difference in our size might have made the regular 69 difficult. Without thinking of the implications, I asked, “Who showed this to you?”

“We don’t have time to talk,” she said before taking my dick into her mouth. At that time, there was only one thing for me to do. I licked the length of her pussy from her clit to nearly her ass hole. I went back to do it again only this time I forced my tongue deep in to get as much of her pussy juice that my tongue could lap up. I continued doing this giving her clit a flick or two at each pass. I remembered mother showing me this method of eating pussy in the 69 position.